Serial Killa Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

Six million ways to die, choose one 

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed 

Up or down, right or left, life or death 

I see myself in a mist of smoke 

Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke 

We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work 

Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas 

Anybody killer, you know what the deal is 

Nigga, you know what the real is 

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down 

Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? 

Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew? 

Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?" 

I said, if you ain't up on things 

Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game 

It's like this they don't understand 

It's an everyday thing, to gang-bang 

Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know 

What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row 

And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach 

And Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's 

Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't 

See long to the G of the gang 

One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest 

Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest 

Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin 

6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is 

Suicide, it's a suicide 

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue 

Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew 

Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do 

Leave you in a state of paranoia, oh 

Don't make a move for your gat so soon 'cause 

I drops bombs like Platoon (hey nigga) 

Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you 

I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you 

(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension 

And when you do, that's when the mission 

Or survival, becomes your every thought 

Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught 

Half steppin with your weapon on safety 

Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me 

Take this 211 to another level 

I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil 

Now roam through the depths of hell 

Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell 

Well 

Suicide, it's a suicide 

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name 

Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa 

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal) 

Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! 

Let's picnic inside a morgue 

Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets 

And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking chest plates 

Open and release them guts 

Then I release def cuts 

Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff-neck 

Now everybody scream 'nough respect to the X 

'Nough respect given 

Disrespect and you will not be living 

Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma 

Suicide, it's a suicide 

Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name 

Serial killer, serial killer, serial killer 

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)